Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  When they had departed he looked at his watch, and tutting, he pulled out his mobile phone to place a call. Abigail could hear him leaving a message on the other end, telling whomever it was that they were now very late for the shoot, that they had ten minutes to get to the studio, or he would want his deposit for the session back. Turning to Abigail he apologised, explaining that the third model was late, and he was upset as she was to model for another commission which was a rush job and he needed the shots before he could start work on the wood he had.

  Noting that neither of the other women had returned, he asked Abigail if she would like a brief look at his workshop area. It was on the way to the kitchen, where they could pick up some drinks from the fridge. Nodding in agreement, Abigail followed in his wake through a doorway, this was obviously the other side of the building from the studio area, with a similar roof letting the sunlight flood in. The first thing Abigail noticed upon entering was the sweet smell of freshly worked wood, something she found quite pleasant. As she looked round the room, she could see the evolution of carved figures before her. The first one was just a rough shape of a standing man, the next piece showed a bit more detail as the female shape was more defined, and on through six other sculptures. The final one, shining in the sunlight from above was so smooth and complete, it was a perfect representation of a male torso from the waist up, almost life size and in a honey coloured wood.

  In a haze Abigail walked across and looked at the detailed anatomy of the chest and shoulders, her hand involuntarily reaching out to feel the wood. In the moment of a heartbeat she stopped herself before her hand made contact. Looking back at the beaming face of the sculptor, she asked if it was alright to feel it. With his eyes alight he said yes, it was the reaction he liked most of all about his work, seeing how people could touch it.

  'It is absolutely beautiful', she breathed. The sculptor smiled, raising his hand to his chest in a gracious gesture. Abigail let her fingers explore the sculpture, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the wood, amazed at how lifelike the sculpture was. Her hands traced the curve of the shoulders and down across the chest and abdominal muscles, all clearly defined, but not overly developed like a bodybuilder, but smooth and corded like a dancer. She walked round the sculpture, letting her hands follow the muscles round to the back of the sculpture, taking in the definition of the back muscles as she did so.

  As if in a daze she realised the sculptor had his arms full of bottled water as he returned through a door at the far end of the workshop. She walked over to join him, offering to help carry the bottles. As she walked with him she saw a white board on the wall divided into a chart, at one end giving the title of a carving, and at the other end a column headed with a delivery date. Commenting on how busy he looked while indicating the whiteboard, he stated he found it easier to work to fixed deadlines. Gesturing towards the bottom line with a bottle of water, he said that was the killer, he had just over a month to complete it from start to finish. The row was labeled 'All woman' with a note underneath stating 'not slender, but natural and mature', she could see the date in the column headed photos was today's date with a delivery date less than four weeks away.

  By this time they heard voices from the other side of the door, left the workshop side of the building and re-entered the studio space. The two ladies were waiting for them, with the pregnant woman wearing a white robe and the redhead fully dressed once more. Thanking the models for waiting for us, he escorted the first model from the room in the direction of the exit.

  Abigail made small talk with the second model, asking questions like how long before the baby was due, and did she and her husband know what sex they were expecting. Once the sculptor had returned, he asked the model to join him and he set about posing her ready for the photos. To help her stay still and be safe while the platform rotated, he fitted a pole into the center of the platform and requested she be sure she held on. They then went through the same routine they had followed with the first model, with him first rotating platform, and asking for close-up of certain areas. This time he concentrated on how her rounded belly protruded from her torso. He then asked Abigail to set up so she could take close ups of the model's head, as this carving was to also have her face and hair included. Once this was done, and he had taken his measurements, he asked if Abigail minded if he escorted her back to get changed. Abigail said she was fine with that, and while he was gone she would batch up the first set of photos for him.

  He returned a short time later his own, with his phone to his ear, and from what Abigail could hear, he was still trying to raise the third model. Finally he put his phone away, said he would be right back and went into the workshop side of the building, leaving Abigail to finish batching the photos.

  The pregnant woman appeared from the rear of the building and asked where the sculptor was. Abigail replied that he just gone into his workshop area, but he had said he would be right back. Together they waited for him, but after about five more minutes Abigail walked across to the door and gave it a knock. After getting no reply, she gently eased the door open and called his name. Hearing a mumbled 'Yes', from the direction he had appeared with the water from, she headed across the workshop to the far door, knocking and opening it, calling his name as she did so. She found him seated at a large table in a kitchen area, the top of the table spread with contact sheets of women.

  He looked up and said, 'I cannot find any of my older photos that fit for this next commission. I cannot stand being let down'. Asking what sort of figure he was looking for? Mentally wondering if she dare ask one of her friends if they fitted the bill, he looked at her as if undressing her, and smiling said, 'Well to be honest, your figure would be perfect. I can pay you twice our agreed price for shooting if you agree, and I guess I could have you help me in future for some of my photos'. Stunned yet a bit excited by the thought of posing naked, she reminded him that the pregnant lady was waiting for them in the hope of distracting him and giving the other model time to arrive. He thanked her for reminding him and lead the way back through to the studio where he finished chatting with the last model.

  After escorting the lady back to her car, he returned once more, this time with his phone in his hand. He looked up at Abigail and said 'Just got a text from the model. She is not going to make it as her boyfriend has been hurt in a car accident and she was waiting with him at the hospital'.

  Unsure what would happen next, Abigail distracted herself by tidying some of her camera accessories in her camera bag, until he cleared his throat and began to speak. 'Here is where I am at', he stated, 'I need some pictures now so I can start this commission today, I had planned on working until late this evening so I could have a bit of a head-start. The gentleman who commissioned this piece buys loads of art, and he could be a really big client', taking a deep breath he continued, 'I am paying you well for today as it is, but I shall increase my offer and I will sign a contract with you to do all my photos for the next six months, which is worth a fair amount as I need photos every five or six weeks', with a pleading look he finished, 'Please say you will do this for me'?

  Stunned once again by the offer, and blushing slightly, Abigail struggled internally with the thought of taking her clothes off in front of a total stranger and him seeing her nude, as only two men had seen her naked in the last twenty years. She had never been that confident about her shape, and had struggled with her weight off and on for years. As these thoughts swirled around in her head, she was also aware how much money was at stake. Money was short, this would be a massive injection of cash and the promise of a contract for more work.

  Finally Abigail decided. 'I've never done anything like this before, so I shall need your guidance'. He smiled warmly at her and said 'Thank you. You just made my day'. She shyly began to remove her blouse to reveal her white lacy bra beneath, then closing her eyes, she unclasped her skirt and slid it off to reveal the matching lace panties. Folding the clothes neatly, she placed them on a chair. Taking a long look
at the sculptor, she removed the bra and panties and laid them on top.

  Moving to the platform she stood, feeling goosebumps of nerves rising across her nude body. She waited as the sculptor approached to position her and removed the pole from the center. Taking a tape measure he positioned Abigail on her back with the small of her back over the hole. Asking her to wait a second, he moved off the platform and slowly began to rotate it, asking her to shuffle up a fraction. Seeming satisfied, he stated she was now centered on the platform perfectly. It would take a moment more to get her in the right pose and then he would start taking the photos. As soon as he was satisfied with the pose, he took up her camera and began taking pictures and rotating the platform. As Abigail lay there, she felt her body begin to relax and began to feel more comfortable with what was happening. Realising she has stopped rotating, she saw the sculptor out of the corner of her eye moving the step ladder closer, and then fetch a second set, positioning them opposite the first set, and then slipped a plank between them. He explained he just wanted to get some shots from directly above her.

  He went up the steps and onto the plank, appearing directly above her he began to some more shots. As she lay beneath him, she realised he was pausing between shots and was examining her as she lay there. She felt his gaze drinking her in, looking at her breasts as they lay naked before him, then his gaze moving as he turned his attention to her thighs and exposed lower lips. As she watched him above her, Abigail felt her pulse beginning to race slightly. She realised she was enjoying the feeling of his eyes upon her, wanting to know how he felt about her naked body, but unable to speak for fear of breaking what she could see was an intense concentration.

  Finally he descended the ladder and moved to the platform, telling her he was nearly done. He just wanted a few more close ups and then he would take some measurements to finish up. He began taking more shots of her nakedness from up close, homing in on her breasts. He seemed intrigued by her large areolas and the nipples themselves, clicking several shots of each one from several angles before stopping. Abigail realised with a shock that her nipples were becoming unconsciously erect under his intense scrutiny. At the same time, as Abigail realised her nipples were responding without her consent, she also realised that a tiny hint of dew had formed on her lower lips. Unable to believe that her body was responding in this way, a blush crept up her cheeks. She hoped the drop of dew was not visible and that he would soon finish with the close ups.

  He pulled his gaze away from her breasts and nipples, and hurriedly began taking other photos of her body. Abigail desperately wanted to see where and what he was taking pictures of, but dared not move her head. He had told her during positioning that if she moved her head even a fraction, it would change everything about how her body lay and they would need to start over.

  She became aware of a silence, as she could no longer hear him moving or the camera taking shots. Trying not to move her mouth, Abigail tried to speak without moving her lips, asking if they were done. As if breaking his trance and embarrassing him at the same time, he said just about, just some measurements and she could move.

  Aware of how he measured and where from the previous two models, she was surprised to see him approach out of the corner holding a large white cube, uncoiling a power lead as he came. He turned the cube and Abigail realised it was a heater as he explained, 'I think you are getting a bit cold, so I've put this on while I finish taking the measurements'. She then saw him with the clipboard and measuring devices, but unlike before, where with the first two models he had started at the head or neck, he started on her thighs.

  To her surprise he spoke, 'You can talk now if you like, as I am taking measurements, but if you can make sure to keep your head as still as possible, I would be really grateful'. 'Thank you, can I ask why you have started on my legs, when before you always started at the head or neck?' Abigail asked.

  'Well!' he began before pausing, 'I noticed earlier that your nipples had started to change, which meant it changed the shape and size of the areolas as well, so I figured you must be getting cold. I put the heater there to warm you up in the hope they will relax, and I've begun measuring here to give them time'.

  Abigail realised that he had not guessed that the reason for the change was not her being cold, but rather the opposite. She wondered what he would think when he saw how wet she was becoming. She felt an increasing erotic thrill from being naked and exposed before what was, in reality a complete stranger. She closed her eyes, tracking his movements by feeling him measuring her. As she lay there, she could feel the gentle touch of his measuring instruments as he moved up her body. He had started at her knees and had worked up first one thigh before measuring the other. Next she became aware of him taking measurements of her hips and buttocks, then in shock she felt him measuring the length and width of her vulva. Realising that the position of her leg left her fully exposed to his gaze. However, he made no comment on what she was sure was clearly apparent wetness.

  The sculptor continued taking measurements of her body, measuring her belly and chest, then her breasts. Thankfully her nipples had lost some of their erectness. As he measured her areolas and nipples, she could feel them starting to stiffen with lust once again. He quickly moved up and measured her shoulders and neck.

  His smiling face appeared above her as she dreamily opened her eyes. In a soft voice that seemed almost to carry a hint of regret he told her, 'We're all done with this part now. Come, let me help you up', as his hand reached for one of hers. They stood facing each other, her naked and exposed, he fully dressed with warm, strong hand still holding hers.

  'Let me show you where you can wash and get dressed' he said gathering her clothes. While still holding her hand, lead the way back into the workshop side of the building. Suddenly he stopped, and turning to face her he spoke, 'I don't normally say this sort of thing, but because I am so used to dealing with what are seen as youthful, perfect forms, both male and female. I want to be clear about this, I found your fuller figure and slightly more mature body to be the sexiest I've ever had the pleasure of admiring. You are perfect for this carving because you are indeed 'all woman and very sexy', and then he leant in and kissed her lightly on the lips, his kiss lingering.

  As if waiting for some rejection that never came, he gently kissed her a bit harder, letting go of her hand to reach round and pull her closer to him. Abigail's head was in a whirl. What was happening? Why was she letting this happen? Should she stop it? But, oh my goodness, it felt so good. She felt her mouth opening to his kiss, feeling his tongue moving between her lips and exploring gently inside hers. She realised her hands had moved up behind his head, pulling herself onto his mouth and tongue as their kissing became more passionate. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, caressing her shoulders and back, before reaching her buttocks, gently kneading and squeezing the flesh as he pulled her body closer to his.

  She could feel his hardness growing and pressing against her. In her passion, she became aware of her hands moving on their own, to pull and tug at his clothing in her need to get him naked as well. He stopped her hands and moved her backward, until she was aware of one of his work benches behind her. Feeling the solid wood of the bench against her buttocks, he began to kiss his way down her body.

  His mouth worked on her earlobes and then moved down her neck. His hands came up to caress her breasts, taking the weight of them in his hands and gently kneading them before moving to her erect nipples. While his mouth and hands worked on her, Abigail was aware of her own hands playing at the back of his head and shoulders, caressing and rubbing as her passion increased. At the same time, Abigail realised she was so wet that a trickle of her juice was slowly winding its way down the inside of her thigh.

  His mouth worked its way downwards, kissing its way over her collarbones and upper chest, before working down to her nipples. His mouth taking its turn with his fingers, as he kissed and sucked at first one nipple and then the other, alternating his ministration
s from first one then the other. Back and forth he went, until her nipples felt like they were so hard they were on fire.

  She was flushed and burning up with passion. She wanted, no, desperately needed to feel him inside her, rushing her to a blissful orgasm. Instead, all she could do was submit to his actions, as he lifted her effortlessly so her buttocks rested on the bench behind her. His mouth moved down from her nipples to her stomach and belly, his hand gently easing her legs and thighs apart. Abigail moved herself backwards until she had her back on the workbench, pulling up her knees until she felt her heels resting on the very edge of the workbench. Exposing herself fully to him, she moved her feet further apart, the action almost opening her slit to his view.

  His fingers began to dance between her legs, teasing and playing along her slit, while his mouth made its way down to play at her clit, teasing at the hood. One finger suddenly thrust inside her, its passage made easy by her now flowing juice, which was now dripping on the bench. His lips and teeth gently, but with increased pressure worked away at her clit, while a second finger joined the first inside her, moving in and out, becoming covered in her juice. She could feel the other fingers curled up as the rest of his fist pushed against her perineum and rear opening with each inward thrust of his hand.

  She became aware of a background sound as his free hand pulled open a cabinet draw, before dipping in, and then coming out with a handle of some kind. Highly polished with a rounded end and turned length, it measured about 10" long and about 2" wide. She realised with a shudder of anticipation what he intended to do.

  Sure enough, she felt the rounded end replace his fingers, as it gently teased the length of her slit, before the end gently, but firmly entered inside her. Pushing slowly deeper and deeper, she felt it enter fully inside her before he slowly pulled it all the way out. He teased the length of her slit once more, before sliding it slowly inside again. Once more it slipped out, but this time he licked it and returned it once more inside her.